The Lies You Left Behind

The fumes filled my lungs with dark smoke. All around me is darkness. I hear faint screams in the background yet no one is in sight. As I look at my cut up hands, covered with a thick layer of ash, I notice a dark figure come my way. Who were they? If only they could come just a little bit closer... My eyes blasted open. I was breathing hard as that recurring nightmare danced around in my head. As I looked up, the sunlight was crawling into the faint lit room. I quickly got out of the covers and changed into day clothes. I picked what little I had: A white shirt a size too big, tan pants that went a little past my calves, and a tan pair of sandles. I pulled my messy blonde hair to the back of my head in a low tied bun and rushed downstairs. "You're up late Cayvanna", Cecil said, as she shoved scrambled eggs around in the pan. "Sorry, went to bed a little late and had that stupid nightmare". I saw Cecil tense up. I had a sense she thought that maybe it was a memory from my past. However, I always shrug that idea off. I was a newborn when I was placed on her doorstep. How could a baby remember such vivid ideas and shapes? I went and set down a couple plates and silverware for the other children who were out in the front playing. I was the oldest in the orphanage. No one wanted to adopt me, but I don't blame them. I was different. I was in a Kingdom primarily consisting of humans. However, I was definitely an elf. Now, there are two types of elves that differentiate from good and bad. I didn't fit with either side. It seems though that I was different enough to cause people to look at me with fear in their eyes. Others pity. I was a shorter girl. Lanky too. I had wavy blond hair that went past my elbows. I always kept it in a messy bun to keep it out of my face when I ran errands. I had pointy elf ears and to top it off, lime colored eyes. They were so light looking that they almost looked like they should glow in the dark. Today was a Saturday, so I decided to take a trip down to Town Square to go to the library. I reached an age where all I wanted was to know who, or where I belonged to. I didn't quite look like anyone around and it drove me crazy. As I entered the library, I was welcomed by the strong smell of old paper. Some people hated it, but I loved it. All these books held so much knowledge that were to be passed from generation to generation. I skimmed the isles till I found what I was looking for: Information about elven people. Only problem was that I was short and those books were very...very high up. I tried my hardest to jump and get them but to no avail, I was too small. All the sudden, a large hand reached above me with ease and grabbed the book I wanted. As I turned around, I was greeted with icy blue eyes. A tall slender man stared down at me with a small smile as he handed me the book. "Here you go little lady", he said. "What are you interested in learning about elven people?" "I need to find out who I belong to and the only hint I have is that I have pointy ears. I thought that I could find something in these books". I glanced up at him and immediately saw pity take over. I hated it.